The paranoid villain of the suspenseful text wants to monopolize me [Quick Transmigration]

The reddish mark from being scratched by the branches was indeed a little eye-catching behind the ears with delicate and fair skin.

Ye Zhifeng's eyes gradually deepened, and his voice seemed a little cold, "What's going on?"

Hearing Ye Zhifeng's voice, Du Lin's eyelashes trembled slightly on the bright face, as if he was struggling, but his heart was very calm.

—Honestly speaking?

——No, if I tell the other party directly that I was crushed by his nephew against the wall of the big tree... The other party may not know what to think.

People like Ye Zhifeng are very suspicious. As his personal butler, it is not a good thing to tell him that he has too much physical contact with the protagonist.

But the other party guessed it was another matter.

Seeing Du Lin's silence, Ye Zhifeng probably also thought of the result.

He said thoughtfully, "That child Ye Yangming again?"

His fingers kept rubbing the mark behind Du Lin's ear, and after Du Lin remained silent, Ye Zhifeng's pupils gradually darkened.

——This child...is really well-behaved.

——Even if he felt a little uncomfortable, he would not reject himself, but frowned slightly forbearingly on that handsome brow, but still looked at himself with envious eyes.

——Don't he know... the dangerous consequences of looking at a man with such eyes?

But as the person being watched, Ye Zhifeng felt very happy.

——It seems that the attitude towards him can be changed slowly.

——Compared to the things that were picked up from accidental car accidents and kept around... It seems that there are some, more things to consider.

Du Lin was a little wandering.

The strength of the fingers rubbing the earlobe was a little rough.

I don't know if Ye Zhifeng had a history of holding a gun before... A small part of the thumb's pulp has rough marks, and it seems that he can leave his own wound on the shiny earlobe anytime, anywhere.

Even if the physical fitness of this body is acceptable, Du Lin still feels a little pain.

[Du Lin: Is the protagonist Gong a jerk? 】

[Human skin paper: This question can't be said for sure, the host will know after a lot of experience. 】

Durin: ...

He suddenly misses Gong and Shou, the protagonists of the cookie world.

At least they will only hurt each other. When they are not stimulated to the point where their nerves are about to collapse, they are reluctant to kill Du Lin with their own hands, so they can still have a happy time together.

It wasn't until the mark behind the ear was rubbed that it became more bright red and charming, that Ye Zhifeng let go of his hand in satisfaction.

After a while, the tea on the table seemed to have cooled down a little, and Du Lin heard Ye Zhifeng say lightly.

"During this time... Ye Yangming's kid is in a bad mood, so don't provoke him in the future."

"If he asks me to ask you to do something for him next time, I will refuse."

Du Lin was keenly aware of something.

The young steward asked softly, "Why, sir?"

Ye Zhifeng lowered his head lightly, his profile showed a somewhat desolate beauty, but the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, showing no warmth.

"Because after a while, it will be the anniversary of the death of that child's parents."

——The death date of Ye Yangming's parents?

Du Lin's expression was slightly taken aback.

He knew that he finally had access to the hidden plot of the previous script.

In the plot given by the human skin paper, it has always been vaguely mentioned that the conflict between Ye Yangming and Ye Zhifeng originated from the previous generation of the Ye family.

It is such a contradiction that makes the protagonist Shou Xiaolanggou always feel resentful and loathing towards his uncle, unable to extricate himself.

[Du Lin: Ye Yangming's mother should be Ye Zhifeng's younger sister. It seems that the death of the protagonist's parents has something to do with Ye Zhifeng. 】

[Du Lin: Let's not talk about whether the relationship between the two of them will deteriorate in the later stage, otherwise, how could a man like Ye Zhifeng tolerate a person who is quite disrespectful to him and full of swear words, living by his side and maintaining a quite A close distance—even if the other party is his nephew, it doesn't work. 】

The bloody words on the human skin paper slowly emerged in his mind.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Main task 2——Dungeon plot exploration degree: 20%——]

Knowing that his guess was right, Du Lin narrowed his eyes.

——But what exactly happened between them?

——Ye Zhifeng directly killed Ye Yangming's mother?Also unlikely.

——If it was really that cruel and rude, with Ye Yangming's temperament, it is absolutely impossible for them to get together in the original plot.

"It seems that more information is needed..." Du Lin patted his forehead lightly.

In the study, Ye Zhifeng didn't know what he was thinking. In the past, he always asked himself to do some chores, and he didn't have much communication with him, but now, he even proceeded to throw some unimportant documents to him.

Although it is only a corner business of the Ye family and only involves a small shopping mall land, it is somehow different.

Dooling:?

Du Lin Shen Ning:?What does this mean, has the role of your own tool man further increased?

It used to be just house cleaning and driving, but now it has become to help the protagonist Gong handle the miscellaneous business in the company that he doesn't like.

And it's free.

Du Lin was speechless.

——The role panel of his butler cannon fodder is really cheap.

However, even though he has no memory of his previous life, Du Lin is handy in handling these simple businesses.

I don't know if he is naturally suitable for this kind of food, his cold and rational emotions can always make him find the best solution, and kill him with one blow.

The speed with which he processed the documents even exceeded Ye Zhifeng's expectation.

Flipping through the files casually, Ye Zhifeng was very satisfied, looking at Du Lin's eyes, finally there was some warmth.

The sky gradually darkened, and as usual, Du Lin fed Ye Zhifeng with medicinal wine, waited outside the door for a while, and did not leave until all the lights in the study were turned off.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the bloody words on the human skin paper slowly appear in his mind.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Character panel: The main character attacks Ye Zhifeng—30% favorability—10% blackening—]

[Character's statement: This child's appearance is not bad, and his ability is not bad. It seems a pity to just be a flower in the yard. 】

Durin: ...

Durin: …………………

[Du Lin:?Ah this? 】

[Human skin applause: As expected of the person who destroyed 8 cookie worlds, it seems that the host is very suitable for this suspenseful world. 】

【Du Lin's tone is gentle: Can you shut up. 】

The human skin paper no longer speaks.

In the Ye family's ancestral house, in the dimly lit corridor, Du Lin rubbed his temples with a headache.

Well, he has outstanding ability, and Ye Zhifeng uses it smoothly. He thinks he is a qualified cheap labor force, and he has a good impression that he can use it for free, which is not unreasonable...

But what's going on with this blackening value?

Did he do anything to arouse Ye Zhifeng's blackening?

[Personal Paper: Host, maybe you used to be in the world of cookies to stimulate the protagonist to attack and the charm of the protagonist to kill each other, is it also reflected here? 】

[Human skin paper: Love that you can't ask for, desire to possess, desire to control, blindfold you to prevent you from seeing anyone... These wonderful feelings can all make a person black, hee hee. 】

【Du Lin: ………】

[Du Lin thought about it and asked: If I don't care about the favorability of the protagonist, what kind of evaluation will I get? 】

[Human skin paper: at most B-level, but very few people can successfully complete a dungeon. If the host gets a score of around B-level among the 10 suspenseful dungeons, he can also be resurrected in the real world. 】

After hearing this, Du Lin let out an oh.

He already had a choice in his mind.

The Ye family's ancestral house is very large, and the flickering lights hanging on both sides of the corridor are like will-o'-the-wisps at this moment.

When Du Lin came to his bedroom, he saw a handsome man frowning, smoking a cigarette, the yellow hair on his head was wet, and he smelled very strong of alcohol, a bit choking.

Du Lin said coldly: "...Ye Yangming?"

Hearing Du Lin's voice, the cigarette held between the man's fingertips was slowly pushed away.

Tiny sparks fell on the carpet.

Fortunately, this person crushed it with his foot and stepped on the smoke on the soles of his feet, so that no accident would happen.

Ye Yangming glanced at him lazily, the corners of his mouth parted slightly, and the smell of alcohol was overwhelming, "Tsk, don't you want to see me, don't you have to meet me at Ye's house in the end."

Du Lin glanced at the other party's favorability and blackening value, well, it hasn't dropped yet, it's too bad.

He assumed the role of the butler and didn't pay much attention to him. He put his hand on the handle of his bedroom door and planned to open the door directly.

Ye Yangming looked at him.

Du Lin's nose bridge is very straight, the tip of the nose has no flesh, it is delicately gathered, and the curved lines are smudged with a light color by the light.

He couldn't help thinking in his heart...how come this person is so damn good-looking even when he ignores his expression.

——Obviously never paid attention to him before, and only regarded him as Ye Zhifeng's follower...Why is it different now?

——For such a person, why does he like the old guy so much?

At that moment, Ye Yangming suddenly thought of when he first came to Ye's house.

It was a misty and cold rainy day, and most of the servants and housekeepers looked at him with no warmth. After all, there were many people in the Ye family, and they died very quickly.

It wasn't until Ye Zhifeng inherited the Ye family and put his name on the family tree that there was such a little change.

At that time, Du Lin hadn't been rescued by that old guy and brought him to him. The manager was still an uncle with a beard. He was called Uncle Song, and he always smiled kindly. The only person who is relatively close to Ye Yangming.

In the rainy season with no end in sight, Uncle Song lovingly stroked his head, but the flash of lightning outside the window reflected his hesitant expression.

"You must obediently listen to the master, young master... All the arrangements the master made are correct, and they are all for the good of the Ye family. Otherwise, Miss Ye will be very sad underground."

——Yes... In the entire Ye family, everyone hopes that they can obediently listen to Uncle Ye Zhifeng's words, and stop being such a vicious playboy to ruin the reputation of the Ye family. They all think that this person is the god of the Ye family. The land of the Ye family.

——However, everyone was deceived by that old guy... so was the person in front of him.

——Does he really think that the old guy is worth so much affection from him?

——If it wasn't for Ye Zhifeng...if it wasn't for that old guy...my mother wouldn't have died either.

"What are you trying to do with me?"

The cold voice rang in his ears, making Ye Yangming withdraw from the past thoughts.

He stared into Du Lin's beautiful eyes, and said suddenly, "Hey, you obviously like that old guy so much, but you haven't told him for a long time..."

Ye Yangming's tone was obscure.

"Are you afraid? Afraid that if you tell me, you won't even be able to make a dog?"

Durin: ...

Well, judging from the original plot, I really dare not tell.

But dare to drug.

——What does this kid want to do when he says this...?

Du Lin stared at Ye Yangming, as if his mind had been broken. The young butler always said indifferently with embarrassment, "What do you mean?"

At this time, Ye Yangming seemed to have figured something out, and smoothly took out another cigarette from his pocket.

The smoke was lit slowly, completely covering the cloudy and uncertain look in Ye Yangming's eyes.

It seemed to melt together with the falling soot.

The tone is light and floating.

"Stay with me."

"Otherwise I'll tell that old guy that his butler is a pervert, and from the moment he rescued him... he wanted to seduce him into bed."

The author has something to say:

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Du Lin: Ye Zhifeng seems to have a different purpose in his heart... Does he want me to take the blame for his company's accounts being checked?

Mianmian: Ah no, baby, he just wants to sleep with you.

Durin: ...

The protagonist Gong of other dungeons: Why don't you keep them in a cage.

The protagonist of this instance attack: give him more resources, make him happier, and then put him in the cage.